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A dame with a clue

I felt pretty clueless last summer when I first ventured out into deep cyberspace where I didn’t know a soul. But it turns out you can meet some really cool cyber-people. Awhile back I “met” Katie Schwartz, who is a kick and a half all by herself. Now she’s joined with two other women who […]

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some rules are made to be broken

It wasn’t really a “rule” in the first place. (Even before I start, I’m getting defensive about this…) It was a commitment I made—to myself—on the day I started this blog. To write a post every single day. I stuck to this faithfully. At least, until recently–when faithful readers have complained noticed a change. Even some unfaithful […]

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From webcast to outcast to cluttercast

Recently I got an email inviting me to a webcast event starring Oprah’s clutter guru Peter Walsh. I’m sure this had to be either an early April Fool’s joke or a cyber-Freudian mistake— even so, they didn’t have to twist my arm to get me to sign up. I wore Estee Lauder makeup for years mainly because they […]

Connecting through clutter: Because the world is flat and full of it

It’s no joke. Shopping is our national pastime. We’re choking in consumer goods. Exploding in excess. We have way too much stuff. At least in my house. I’m embarrassed to admit how much I’ve added to the planet’s overload with my own clutter. At this point in life, I’ve been there, done that, and bought […]

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beach ready

Bravo Valerie–for being on the cover of People magazine, showing off her bikini body at age 48. She worked hard to get that body in shape and I have to admit what I felt when I saw that shot: Respect. Also Relief. Relief that unlike Valerie, I don’t live in Malibu or Miami anymore– […]

Moments and memories

I sat watching a beautiful young woman in the front of a crowded church. She was poised, graceful—and heartbroken— delivering the eulogy for her elegant and talented mother, Alison Golway Jaurique, who died last week, too suddenly and too soon. Alison was a neighbor; I knew her only casually until her daughter Lauren opened a window and […]